lyric 1:
"i, i, i, i, i ...keep waiting for our love to die.
the machines by its bed dim and flicker, but it won't stay dead.
and it perks up when the nurses bring its medication by.
i, i, i, i wish ...our love could go the way of all flesh.
but it's not right, and its not nice
to try and kill the same thing twice.
would you pack your things?
we are going to marrakesh."
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the reason these lines end up on valentine's day mixer tracklists is tragic and obvious. But the song is not placed there to be tragic and obvious. Quite the opposite. It's not a bitter sentiment. And, to be revealing a little bit too much leg, it's not a sorry or sorrowful sentiment. Sure, it's resigned, and being resigned is arguably a negative thing... But, To be resigned in hope!?! (To be resigned in hope is just like my punctuation there: excitement, interrogation, terror, wonder, introspection, and then excitement all over again, because all these things are making gears turn) God, himself, I do believe, knows this is the most glorious state of all human conditions. It knows about change. It has an almost perfect repose. It is stalwart, yet it is unafraid to be vulnerable. And being unafraid is important and essential to doing anything. The best part about this state is that is knows the angles and attributes of both sides. It is like water, in the water's own cycle. It faces evaporation, it knows it will be beamed skyward, maybe making friends with a cloud--becoming part of that cloud--taking time and comfort being away from it's own sphere, and eventually returning to form--only as a pendulum swing might feel. It knows about the colder climes as well, and it will "play it as it lays" and go with the flow (or, as it were, the stagnation or lack of flow--since our molecules are slowing down during this chill), and we will freeze up and all people will be glad and waiting for that big old thaw, as springtime is aimed right at us, as certain and stinging and penetrating as Johnny Cash's middle finger. And these are the best months, but all of this relates around one thing or one vital care. And, as I quote: "and I want to be like water if I can/ 'cause water doesn't give a damn...," I know that all this talk and dancing around lends a fucked-up, inhabitable feel to the preceding lines--like a ghost occupying a body or a soul imbued into a new body that doesn't ask for one, but it also pleasantly startles & surprises the lines, (who, after all, exist for nothing more than to have flesh built around their bones) with a grace and clarity that can only be achieved this way and no other way and so it is the only way, as people are reasonable beings, and as I am not. And sometimes people need to be startled and surprised until they are alive, after taking a long respite, and we all need those and we all want both, so the timing's got to be right and the the cycles of seasons ride around on bicycles in four intersecting circles, like the ones we see in math class and only math class. and these collisions are the most exciting moments of all--for they are focused on relation and they are all connected through relation even if only some or a few touch and mingle phsyically. so, cheers to water in all of it's amorphous glory, it is my favorite state, if you can understand.
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Tuesday, December 23, 2003
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Tuesday, December 09, 2003
also, yeah, average joe. i have my speculations
about that. she didn't
want either of those guys. the one guy was sincere,
personable, funny, and
rich, and lived in NYC. she didn't want to bone him
though, she just
wanted to be friends and milk away some of his cash.
he could actually
offer her those kinds of fancy dates, he was rich...
the other guy was a
doofish college undergraduate, at 26. you'd think
the superficial choice
would be obvious--for a woman or a woman's
mother--it would be Adam---but
NO!. the reason she stayed with the other guy is
that she f'd him the
night they were alone in front of the fire--april
could tell and that
verified my feelings. he was a pithy little wench of
a sissyboy with
wishy-washy tendencies that would scare any girl
off... but this kind of
girl who was a power freak. she felt secure with the
cute loser because
even though the other guy was somewhat blundering,
he commanded her
attention by going above and beyond calling, and he
was very brazen with
his deliberatly romantic and pandering tactics.
plus, he (adam) was a big
old joo. the doosh winner guy was just an
"adorable" frame and she had
given up her delicately unfolding flower to his
flaky, cute
cabbage-patch-kid-with-stubble likeness. but
really, she doesn't give two
hoots about either and figured she'd just end up
hurting adam because he
was too emotionally invested in her--and she would
actually feel
reprehensible if she did that. so, she settled for
the nice vacation with
the guy she wanted to "invade her innerspace" as the
RZA would put
things... that way, no one with a brain would be
hurt. she could part
amicably with adam, which he did very well. and she
would not feel guilty
at all: she'd get the trip and eye candy to get
diqued by all weekend.
then, when it's over, she'll drop him like the
complete sack he is.
about that. she didn't
want either of those guys. the one guy was sincere,
personable, funny, and
rich, and lived in NYC. she didn't want to bone him
though, she just
wanted to be friends and milk away some of his cash.
he could actually
offer her those kinds of fancy dates, he was rich...
the other guy was a
doofish college undergraduate, at 26. you'd think
the superficial choice
would be obvious--for a woman or a woman's
mother--it would be Adam---but
NO!. the reason she stayed with the other guy is
that she f'd him the
night they were alone in front of the fire--april
could tell and that
verified my feelings. he was a pithy little wench of
a sissyboy with
wishy-washy tendencies that would scare any girl
off... but this kind of
girl who was a power freak. she felt secure with the
cute loser because
even though the other guy was somewhat blundering,
he commanded her
attention by going above and beyond calling, and he
was very brazen with
his deliberatly romantic and pandering tactics.
plus, he (adam) was a big
old joo. the doosh winner guy was just an
"adorable" frame and she had
given up her delicately unfolding flower to his
flaky, cute
cabbage-patch-kid-with-stubble likeness. but
really, she doesn't give two
hoots about either and figured she'd just end up
hurting adam because he
was too emotionally invested in her--and she would
actually feel
reprehensible if she did that. so, she settled for
the nice vacation with
the guy she wanted to "invade her innerspace" as the
RZA would put
things... that way, no one with a brain would be
hurt. she could part
amicably with adam, which he did very well. and she
would not feel guilty
at all: she'd get the trip and eye candy to get
diqued by all weekend.
then, when it's over, she'll drop him like the
complete sack he is.
Monday, December 08, 2003
Friday, December 05, 2003
Thursday, December 04, 2003
Tuesday, December 02, 2003
Monday, December 01, 2003
Tuesday, November 25, 2003
Tuesday, November 18, 2003
l'aurore d'hurler april rules. obviously. or just has too much free time to research dumb catholics. and vacation spots with landscapes that i would prefer to describe as "null, nil, or negligible." $75 hamburger with cheese anyone.
i was watching that Everyday Joe Schmo Non-Millionaire: Average Joe--not regular Joe with Daniel Stern, or whatever, --but Average Joe: you know, the show where the total doofuses and dweebs attempt to woo this total dooshbag of a gal, named kylie or some crap...all in a pathetic hope to attract her bemused/rolly-poly-eyed/apathetic seriously feined interest. Hairy backs and glasses, twirps, lovesick boring cornball losers sans panache of any sort or self-worth/esteem.
this one guy, when he finally got the highly anticipated personal "date," a small interaction with her whereby they'd board a small, winged craft and he'd go all out and strain for achieving a "realness" to compensate for his below-average looks and overall doofiness, and also to gain her (held-at-gunpoint) favor and maybe, just maybe he might get the chance burn some of that (imaginary) sexual tension that was, for him, so thick and ripe that he knew it could be only be cut with his dad's special toe-nail clippers. so foolish and painful as that was to watch the worst part was to come: the elimination and unsuspected inception round : After the elimination of the three of the biggest jackoffs, idgits, and repulsively horrid excuses of male specimens were ejected, their dreams all awash and theirtotally unwarranted egos crashing and burning,and this is the best part... the shows brings on three more guys described by one of the remaining chumps as "hunks." it was a damn treat. i hope they all drown inside a sharks belly.
i was watching that Everyday Joe Schmo Non-Millionaire: Average Joe--not regular Joe with Daniel Stern, or whatever, --but Average Joe: you know, the show where the total doofuses and dweebs attempt to woo this total dooshbag of a gal, named kylie or some crap...all in a pathetic hope to attract her bemused/rolly-poly-eyed/apathetic seriously feined interest. Hairy backs and glasses, twirps, lovesick boring cornball losers sans panache of any sort or self-worth/esteem.
this one guy, when he finally got the highly anticipated personal "date," a small interaction with her whereby they'd board a small, winged craft and he'd go all out and strain for achieving a "realness" to compensate for his below-average looks and overall doofiness, and also to gain her (held-at-gunpoint) favor and maybe, just maybe he might get the chance burn some of that (imaginary) sexual tension that was, for him, so thick and ripe that he knew it could be only be cut with his dad's special toe-nail clippers. so foolish and painful as that was to watch the worst part was to come: the elimination and unsuspected inception round : After the elimination of the three of the biggest jackoffs, idgits, and repulsively horrid excuses of male specimens were ejected, their dreams all awash and theirtotally unwarranted egos crashing and burning,and this is the best part... the shows brings on three more guys described by one of the remaining chumps as "hunks." it was a damn treat. i hope they all drown inside a sharks belly.
Monday, November 17, 2003
Thursday, November 06, 2003
Tuesday, November 04, 2003
Monday, November 03, 2003
Thursday, October 23, 2003
Monday, October 20, 2003
Thursday, October 16, 2003
Wednesday, October 15, 2003
Friday, October 10, 2003
Thursday, October 09, 2003
Wednesday, October 08, 2003
With a name like Alfonse, you've got to be good.Ananova - Man cuts off penis 'to teach wife a lesson'
Wednesday, October 01, 2003
Friday, September 26, 2003
OH MY JESUS SAMHELL. i think i've found a great name for a new group: Free Suicides!
East Bay Express | eastbayexpress.com | Music Radiohead Rorschach,An innocent fifth grader's picture is worth a thousand-word critical analysis.,By Rob Harvilla The Alternative East Bay, Oakland connection for events, event listings, music
East Bay Express | eastbayexpress.com | Music Radiohead Rorschach,An innocent fifth grader's picture is worth a thousand-word critical analysis.,By Rob Harvilla The Alternative East Bay, Oakland connection for events, event listings, music
Thursday, September 25, 2003
john vanderslice: mountain goats recording session
JOHN DARNIELLE, SIR. YES, SIR. THE NEW SESSION PICTS.
also see
href="http://www.fivetools.com/pix/bearcreek/1.htm"> recording pixxchores
JOHN DARNIELLE, SIR. YES, SIR. THE NEW SESSION PICTS.
also see
href="http://www.fivetools.com/pix/bearcreek/1.htm"> recording pixxchores
Wednesday, September 24, 2003
feet is murder
linking to myself.
go c cerberus shoal soon. sea they're cite: www.cerberusshoal.com
support free-prog spirit-jazz in fluxus.
linking to myself.
go c cerberus shoal soon. sea they're cite: www.cerberusshoal.com
support free-prog spirit-jazz in fluxus.
Wednesday, September 17, 2003
Friday, September 12, 2003
Negro, Please Don't Hurt 'Em!
this is one intelligent negro. he likes john cash. RIP john cash. cash lives. as method says, "cash rules everything around me." tis true.
this is one intelligent negro. he likes john cash. RIP john cash. cash lives. as method says, "cash rules everything around me." tis true.
whiskey, o whiskey... has made a wretch of me.
lovely.
np: metamorphosis - the stones.
nr: business objects in acrobat.
thnx to marlo beano for getting me in on friendster today.
me an apeshit gonna watch 'american movie' today aftr work, which was recommended by steveo who is not related to teo macero. you down, you dig.
if i had a guitar in front of me now i'd play 'panama' by vh. roth-era son, roth era. e-mail me at airairairhair@yahoo.com and chime in on the coltrane versus miles debate...who is best? say yay or nay. if you do i'll send you a burned copy of 'metamorphosis' by the stones or a copy of a live mountain goat show. fuggyeah gime a thug. 2-pac .
lovely.
np: metamorphosis - the stones.
nr: business objects in acrobat.
thnx to marlo beano for getting me in on friendster today.
me an apeshit gonna watch 'american movie' today aftr work, which was recommended by steveo who is not related to teo macero. you down, you dig.
if i had a guitar in front of me now i'd play 'panama' by vh. roth-era son, roth era. e-mail me at airairairhair@yahoo.com and chime in on the coltrane versus miles debate...who is best? say yay or nay. if you do i'll send you a burned copy of 'metamorphosis' by the stones or a copy of a live mountain goat show. fuggyeah gime a thug. 2-pac .
Thursday, September 11, 2003
Friday, August 29, 2003
Thursday, August 28, 2003
yea. i sawl this and all i sawed organs out of hot persecuted indian bodies and i din't eat a banjara's cuz i was busy gnawing on kidneys and playing tetherball with the kids from live at budakahn. buddah con.
going to eat thai food for lunch with the kids. sham(e) on.
Review: Dirty Pretty Things
going to eat thai food for lunch with the kids. sham(e) on.
Review: Dirty Pretty Things
Wednesday, August 27, 2003
Sound Collector
who doesn't collect sound. i am a fiend of it, oh pal-o-mine.
oh, remember that movie "Palmetto.?" i n'er saw it, but Gina Gershon is in it and i'm sweet on her. for serious.
i want to rent that movie now. is bruce willi sin that? i hope naught.
who doesn't collect sound. i am a fiend of it, oh pal-o-mine.
oh, remember that movie "Palmetto.?" i n'er saw it, but Gina Gershon is in it and i'm sweet on her. for serious.
i want to rent that movie now. is bruce willi sin that? i hope naught.
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